“If you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.” ~Marc Anthony
It’s June 4th, 2019 at the Homestead. This is the season when everything gets so busy. Our days and nights run into each other, feeling like one big happy blur. Happily, I report to my husband, “I only got three stings working bees today.” He said, “That’s great, for a chilly cloudy day!” I responded, “It’s good for arthritis.” We both laughed.
Our gardens need to be planted. We wish for a hired hand, an angel from heaven. We need someone with a strong back to help us weed and hoe. But nope. We have two strong backs. So, we choose to do-it-ourselves. It’s a homestead, not a commercial farm, so we’ll stick to our guns.
Our bees need to be propagated, but we need bottom boards and I lost my queen cups. Hopefully, they will be found in time. Thank God for the bees. Why all the bee clubs in our area have important “field days” on Saturdays I’ll never know. Don’t they know, for the most part, we work our bees and tend our gardens on Saturday? Guess not. Oh well. We do what we can.
Our hens and turkeys are now pastured. The sweet creamy orange yolks reflect this extra nutrition. Eggs in the morning are now like dessert! My favorite is sunny side up and warm egg custard.
Turkeys are coming soon. We can’t wait for turkeys. They are such odd and cute little creatures. Ken really loves them. They actually bark at strangers like dogs. This year we will be taking orders for fresh turkey. They will be ready around Thanksgiving. Now, all we need to do is advertise our turkey sale to potential customers…but time escapes us.
Most of our seeds have been germinated, all except for the corn, carrots, beans, cucumbers and well….maybe not (strike that). Let’s just say that a lot of seeds have been planted. Anyhow, we’re working on it. We are offering rhubarb for sale at our farmstead. This seems to be going well. Making rhubarb pies and jams is a “thing” around here these days. Everybody loves it! Our dad eats it raw. Delicious! I like it dipped in honey.
This year, we plant corn. Corn shows it’s face around here about every other year. I have to can or “put up” enough to last those two years. This takes about two bushes of large juicy ears or 160 corn plants. We need 160 linear feet of new garden space. We are planning to do this in the cow pen. Our corn is STRICTLY organic. We think it’s the best. We pick it at peak and can it the next day.
This is life, here on the homestead. Organic goodness and everything needs to be done now. Soon, everything will be busting at the seams, bees, plants, wildlife, farm animals and flies. Like the weird pumpkins we sometimes find sprouting in the compost heap, we can’t wait to see what a little hard work will bring.
This is the season, the season of hope, the season of joy, the season of thanksgiving. Everything requires hard work and patience. Cultivate with care, nurture with consideration, invest in hope, share with others and most importantly, thank God for all of it, even the sore muscles and bones. This is why we love what we do. ~Ken and Ginger